"Good morning Mr Orley."
"Mornin' Ever." Ever was never named for six years. Until war came about her name varied from 'Accident' all the way to 'Bitch face'. Her mother hadn't known what her evacuee carer in the countryside would name her. On her tag she had written 'This little girl will be my Ever love'. Mr Orley thought it was a great name for a girl of fourteen years. Ever's three older sisters gave her these bad names, abused her and even once stole her rations of food. Ever had been staying with Mr Orley for two years almost three.
After discovering that Orley was partially deaf, Ever could sneak anywhere in the house, or out. Sometimes, he would nonchalantly lift his head but fall back to sleep again. Mr Orley owned three kittens, one of which adored Ever. They were named Sockie, Boots and Parka. Parka would curl up in Ever's lap and sleep for all he was worth. The town they were staying in was the tranquil town of Mill Worth a little sea side town which houses just five evacuees. Ever, Johanne, Providenza, Bethany and Eleanor. Eleanor lived directly next door to Ever, they were best friends since they met at school. Ever had long brown hair that could reach just below her hips, her face was pale and speckled with little brown freckles. Mr Orley was never an unkind man, but never really cared for anyone. Ever used to go to the beach with Eleanor and Johanne. Johanne's dog Digger would follow them into the icy sea water, where they would wash their long hair.
"My father and mother went to war." Said Johanne proudly.
"Your mother?" Asked Eleanor politely.
"Yes my mother." Johanne seemed displeased at her question. Gathering her bags, she walked away from them and slammed the front door of the house. "What's her problem?"